#cordelia
The feather stirs,
She lives!
Howl, she does not,
If she did her breath would mist the stone.
My poor fool,
Hang'd.
Look on her,
Her lips,
Look on her lips.
How pathetic a mirror and a feather
and an old king seem now.
She was Christ-like,
Angelic,
Look on her lips.
The Fool,
Hang'd.
Do you see this?
No breath mists the stone,
No feather stirs,
Look on her,
Look there, look there.
You men have hearts of stone.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
I'm so ******* tired
Of you.
Why must you exist?
I'm over here trying to heal, to mend the wounds you left.
And you slip into my mind like water, unstoppable,
Tapping at torn flesh, invading my chest.
It's been far too long for this ********
To keep coming back to me.
No, I don't want to remember the first time you promised I love you
I'd much rather toss that memory from my desperate mind.
God, I want to forget how your smile
Lit my world like a million fairy lights.
I'm sorry I forgot that I love you
Was a temporary gift.
Now it's a curse,
And I just want, so desperately,
Not to see you again, not to hold your hand, kiss your lips,
But to just...
Forget
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC